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"Here."
The familiar word, the familiar voice, the familiar smell all stirred Kate Beckett to action. She automatically stretched out her arm, fingers waggling in a sign of grasping.
Suddenly, she came further awake. Kate felt pleasantly stretched out and used. Her arm was bare.
Her eyes snapped open as her hand made contact with the large to-go cup of coffee. Rick Castle was in front of her wearing a plush robe in a deep midnight blue that she noted perfectly matched his eyes. She nodded her thanks struck by a wave of shyness which was ludicrous since she was naked underneath a luxurious set of linens.
Kate's mind snapped back to the last time Castle mentioned his daily act of devotion to a fellow caffeine addict. It was in the middle of that emotional storm in her apartment.
"Every morning I bring you a cup of coffee just so I can see a smile on your face because I think you are the most remarkable, maddening, challenging, frustrating person I've ever met and I love you, Kate."
She shook back her tousled hair and whispered, "I didn't think you'd ever bring me coffee again."
"Always." Rick perched on the edge of the bed with own to-go cup. He used his free hand to punch a pillow behind her back and set her against it. "In the interests of full disclosure, I wasn't planning to, however since you showed up last night to apologize."
"Apologize?"
"Yes and then made all my fantasies come true."
"Really, Castle? All of them in one night? Whatever will we do now?"
"Trust me, I'm a writer. I have a vivid, excellent imagination and once I recover my stamina. I'll just demonstrate what is still unfulfilled."
She leaned in to tap her cup against his. "Thanks for this. I was dead to the world. I didn't hear you dress or leave to go out and get it."
"Welcome to the joys of a concierge building. I made a phone call downstairs and then simply strolled to my front door."
The mention of the concierge, the extremely high thread count of the sheets she snuggled in and the size of the bedroom that dwarfed her whole apartment gave Kate pause. She wasn't used to this kind of luxury and Castle needed it.
"Rick, this isn't me."
"No. Don't start that. It wasn't me for a good part of my life either. I've worked hard for this and one of the benefits is the people I love also get to share it." He twisted around to prop himself next to her on the bed. "Technically, you are responsible for some of this as my muse and inspiration."
"Nikki Heat would handle this better."
"Detective, I've got no complaints on the way you handle yourself or me. Last night was nothing short of amazing."
Kate turned to him with a smile and a kiss. Their lips touched and the fuse was lit again. Hands fumbled to safely land the coffee cups onto the nightstand. Once free, those hands made quick work of pushing aside Rick's robe and the bed covers.
Their newly minted love and passion swept them away once more.
"Here."
The familiar voice, the unfamiliar word and the even more unfamiliar smell stirred Rick Castle from sleep and his face down position on the bed. He forced his eyes open and propped himself up on his elbows. A smile bright enough to light up at least four of the five New York City boroughs sparkled.
Kate Beckett stood at the side of the bed wearing his blue robe and carrying a loaded breakfast tray.
"Beckett, you're amazing. No wonder I love you. I've worked up quite an appetite."
"Me, too."
"I can't believe you cooked."
"Well, welcome to my usual non-concierge world."
"Join me and we'll continue to compare notes on those two worlds."
He patted the bed, "Here."
She hopped onto the bed, "Yes, here."
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